Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands
there at the party where nobody danced.
Thinking how we ever left hand in hand,
crying so hard I could hardly stand.
Thinking of Roxy, my blood on her face,
cut up my fist in the name of her grace.
Thinking of her comprehending face,
our blood and our tears on the staircase.
I see the turquoise sky, and you and I
running like horses chasing the night.
I see that morning reflect in your eyes,
I still see your face on a new year's sky.
Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands
there at the party where nobody danced.
Thinking how we ever left hand in hand,
crying so hard I could hardly stand.
Thinking of Roxy, the taste of her skin,
her honest smile as she's giving in.
Thinking how I owned you and your limbs,
your lust and your pleasure, your suffering.
I see the turquoise sky and you and I
running like horses chasing the night.
I see that morning reflect in your eyes,
I still see your face in a new year's sky.
Remember waking up that morning, sighing,
not wanting more than your breath in mine and nothing more than a simple life.
Remember walking around the city, smiling,
not wanting more than your hand in mine and nothing more than a simple life.
Thinking of Roxy, the touch of her hands
there at the party where nobody danced.
Thinking how we ever left hand in hand,
crying so hard I could hardly stand.
I see the turquoise sky and you and I
running like horses chasing the night.
I see that morning reflect in your eyes,
I still see your face on a new year's sky.
